We had a bit
of a crazy year with the old birthday celebrations.Most winters I’m ill and I’m not really in the mood for
organising anything.Then others
I’m full of beans and over the top.This year we had an actual party and we invited all of Daisy’s school
class.Lisa Lollipopjoined us to
entertain the children.We tucked
into Hot dogs, Popcorn, Slush Puppy and enough sweets to stock a small shop.One of the mums brought the biggest homemade cheesecake I’ve ever seen
and it was all gone by the end of the party. Truly Scrumptious– cakes by Joanna made the most incredible Birthday cake.It was so beautiful I didn’t want to
cut it up, again it was gone by the end. People were loading up with boxes of the delicious cake.My friends and family
were as usual, all hands on deck and the party was a roaring success. I'd like to say thank you to everyone who made the party special and for all gifts Daisy received.
That would
have been enough for one little girl to take in, but as I mentioned, I’m a bit crazy over the top at
times.I thought it would be an
idea to go to Disneyland Paris, the very next day! I only thought about it two or three weeks before the party. When you are sick, it's not practical to book something miles in advance. You have to go when you feel well. The
adverts sucked me in and before I knew it, it was booked.I’ve priced it up before and thought it
was a bit expensive, but there seemed to be adverts after adverts all over the
TV saying “book now and get this that and the other free”.You know sometimes these deals are not
as great as the make out, but I swear this one was good.We were staying in a top-notch Disney Hotel,
having three course meals everyday, drinks and cakes everyday and practically spent
nothing because we had a complimentary voucher for most things. I couldn't believe our luck.
Daisy loved meeting all the characters, Spiderman,
Merida, Woody and Jessie, Mickey, Minnie, the Disney Princesses and of course,
no Disney visit would be complete without meeting Anna and Elsa! There were a few hairy moments at the start, namely a scary roller coaster in disguise. I've never been so glad to get off a ride. I swear we though it was a child's train ride, you know quite tame, but Jesus! It was a super fast roller coaster and believe me I'm no thrill seeker. We got into our seats, I casually rested my arm behind Daisy and within seconds it became apparent to me that arm was going to move to pin Daisy in like a seat belt. We saw the funny side of it, while mum and I were telepathically saying all our swear words. Daisy was shouting at the top of her voice "this is fun", she had the best time. It was a very tiring holiday for the adults
however.
So if you ever forget where you were for your 5th
Birthday Daisy Well, you woke up in a Disney hotel in Paris and had
breakfast with Mickey Mouse. Then we took the train into the centre of
Paris and went up the Eiffel Tower. I even managed to take the photo I
would use on our family Christmas card. Looking forward to our next adventure, whatever it may be.
Our family had two weddings this year
and like most weddings these days the bride and groom go away for weekends,
usually with friends and/or family instead of just going out for the
night. There were lots of talks about where we might go and one day
it was decided we were going to Brighton. I was very pleased as Brighton
is a place I've always wanted to go but had no reason to.
We travelled down to London Gatwick with
easyjet at the end of June. Once we landed it was a short distance on the
Gatwick express to the train station that would take us through to
Brighton. It’s a really easy place to get to and as we travelled with
cabin bags, there was no waiting about in the airport at baggage carousels.
Arriving around lunchtime, we headed straight to the beach and into a
café overlooking the sea. The sun was shining, the sea breeze on your
face, the location, the atmosphere; friends travelled from afar to
celebrate. I decided quite quickly that I would like to take Daisy one
day.
We ordered food, drinks and relaxed
while chatting to one another. It was so warm you could easily have worn
a bikini and jumped into the water. Some of the ladies were optimistic in
that they packed shorts, the rest of us cursed that we should have. I
guess you get used to the Scottish climate where summer is literally days in
the year rather than weeks. With Team Gauld being a super organised bunch, our food shopping was being delivered to
our rented house while we were sat there at the beach.
Back at the house we cracked open the Prosecco and toasted the bride to be on her upcoming nuptials. The house
was then decorated with pictures of our Hen. It's amazing the comedy gold
your life long friends hold in the form of photographic evidence.
The next morning breakfast was cooked,
we got on our glad rags and did our own thing before heading to the pier around
lunchtime. The plan was to have a fun and stress free weekend without the
stereotypical hen activities in sight, well not in public anyway. Eating
marshmallows will never be the same again.
The Brighton Pier is a great
place. The rides are pretty scary, being right on the edge of the
pier. I went on the helter skelter and almost wished I never. The
pier had a Harry Ramsdens, ice-cream parlours, take away style counters selling
noodles. I honestly could have stayed the entire week! I know there's
much more to see and do in Brighton and I was sad to leave.
On the Saturday night the girls
organised a fabulous meal. As you could imagine we could hardly contain
our excitement when we found out that the brides boss had located us in
Brighton and pre-ordered some bubbly for everyone! How amazing is that!
What a cool boss. The celebrations continued into the early hours
and as you can imagine it was carnage in the morning. Luckily myself and
the brides sister, the non-drinkers, made breakfast.
This was such a memorable weekend and I’d like to say a big thanks to
all involved in the planning.
You’d have to be on another planet for
you not to know that the people of Scotland are on the verge of a life changing
historical event.Yesterday the
streets of Aberdeen were buzzing.It looked like a scene from Braveheart.The atmosphere was electric, the young, the old, everyone
was singing and dancing and having a good time.My camera and I even got a wee dance.
It made me wish I liked football.Was this the feeling people had at
football matches?It also reminded
me of Hogmanay, a time when everyone is happy.
For many, national pride is in your
blood; you just feel it.I
certainly can’t listen to bagpipes without getting emotional.Och it would bring a tear to a glass
eye!
I know I'm probably not alone in saying that I don't
fully understand the inns and outs of the whole referendum debate. I've
even heard people saying they are voting no because they don't like Alex
Salmond, which is like not buying your dream home because you don't like the
wall paper.
What I do know is things are not great as they are.
We've already got different laws compared to England, some are better
here some are better there. So when they speak about breaking the union, there
are a lot of things that's broken away already.
It feels like we've got into a situation where we've
threatened to leave just like you would maybe do in a bad relationship and if
you threaten to leave, and don't, you just look stupid. If we vote no,
I've no doubt we'll suffer. I guess there is always the Unicorns farting
glitter chance, that maybe the threat will make them see sense and we’ll live
happily ever after.
Last month I was away to Brighton for the weekend, four days later I was jet setting again with Daisy. I just had so much on my plate I couldn't think about blogging. I wasn't even sure I was going to be ready for this month but our recent heat wave has made it possible to grab some photos in amongst the school holiday madness.
We went to a swimming pool that I haven't been to since I was a child. Stonehaven Open Air Pool. I must say my childhood memories were somewhat different to how it is now. I recall the last time I was there. It was a cold day, the pool was freezing and I have vague memories of shivering and being generally miserable. When my mum mentioned it was open for the summer; I felt a wave of dread. I also found myself snorting at the thought of Daisy having to suffer just like I did. It's a right of passage and what every other child in the surrounding area has to endure as a youngster, I thought to myself.
We arrived around
lunchtime and Daisy soon found some friends to play with. She even knew
one of the kids from her nursery. I swear she knows more people than me!
The children's pool gave her more independence to play on her own.
She was having a great time catching the water out of the Dolphin
fountain. She must have been in the pool for over an hour before being
beckoned out for a hot dog that I bought her from the cafe. You don't
have to buy everything from the café. There are various options to consider.
I saw a few families with their own picnics. The cafe has a
service hatch at the poolside and a seated area near the entrance. Serving
burgers, hot dogs, chips, ice-cream, sandwiches and hot and cold drinks.
There's something for everyone.
The main pool is huge. There's a water slide at the deep end, which Daisy was disappointed that she couldn't go on because she can't swim yet. The swimming lessons are in progress so I'm sure it won't be long until the water wings are a distant memory. They also have an inflatable assault course that spreads across the width of the pool for the kids to scramble across. It looked like a whole bunch of fun. Since I'm on IV antibiotics again, it gave me a chance to have a seat and soak up the atmosphere instead.
My thoughts on Stonehaven Open Air Pool now? It was brilliant! Lovely weather, couldn't complain. Daisy was splashing about in the glorious sunshine just like our holiday last month. It has certainly helped erase the old memories and created new ones. If you are fairly local and haven't yet been you must, or if like me you have bad memories from childhood you need to revisit. If you get the nice weather I promise you will not be disappointed. Don't forget to pop over and read the blog from Karen ofK Lou Photography. Here she talks about childhood memories and shows you the best things in life are free.
I joined this new project last month called My Love My Life. It's a new blogging cirle with some Professional photographers, who often so busy with work they never get around to capturing family photos of their own. Probably a reason they started out in Photography in the first place. I'm a bit like the odd one out because all I do is document Daisy's life. They invited me in after the Letter's to my Daughter circle dried up. It's a similar thing really, just different branding. The idea is that once a month they take time out with their family and rekindle the love that got them into Photography.
It's not often I get to
spend the weekend with my daughter so when the opportunity presented itself, I
grabbed it with both hands. Had this unusually free weekend landed weeks
earlier, I'm not sure how much fun we would've had because I haven't been
feeling that great recently.My
doctor has been very concerned about my health and said I’ve taken a dramatic nosedive,
which for him was just too rapid a decline for CF and he needed to get to the source of
the problem and fast.We discussed various
pressing issues I’m dealing with and my voice wobbled.I tried to hold it together, but as
the questions were fired at me I cried, he knows if I cry I’m not coping. I sighed and gave an absolute belter of an analogy that I literally just made up. I told the Prof it’s a bit like
having a dead body in the house, you can hide it in a room but the smell is
still there.They all burst out
laughing, it was one of those appointments where
the room was full of people, Dr, Student, Nurse all in attendance, another
reason why I don’t want to cry.I worry about scaring the students with my overly dramatic "Jeremy Kyle style" part of my life, that's outwith my control. Afterwards the nurse said “this is real
life and they need to learn that”.Anyway, the doctor said he is going to start using my analogy and after
knowing him fourteen years, I believe him.I didn’t realise
how funny it all sounded.He decided to put me on a short course of steroids, which I
was a little weary of at first.I
trust him completely though and by the time the valentine holiday weekend was here, I
was one week into the course and had super human mummy powers! No wonder
some athletes scoff steroids, I was absolutely buzzing with energy.
No school Friday, Monday
and Tuesday, so plenty time for lots of fun activities with my favourite little person.Our first adventure of the weekend was a trip to Stonehaven, which is a
lovely coastal village fifteen miles south of where we stay in Aberdeen.It was a fairly mild day but snow was forecast for 3pm so we
needed to get out and back at a reasonable hour just in case the weather turned
nasty.Stonehaven or Stoney to
locals, is picture perfect.It's a
place I used to go as a kid in the summertime, back then they had a lot more
facilities for kids.It’s a shame
how they don’t preserve certain attractions.Saying that, the old outdoor swimming pool is still going
strong.Just about everyone has
been in it once and lived to tell the tale and I'm hoping to take Daisy one day
as a right of passage really, but she needs to get some meat on her bones first
because it will no doubt be freezing. We were wrapped up warm and I
wished I'd put some extra socks on my little friend, I forgot and felt a little
guilty.Mind you it didn't stop
the enjoyment of a walk in the fresh sea air. We collected driftwood for
Nanny and some seashells. Poppy our dog was in her element digging and
collecting stones for herself; a trait she has had since she was a puppy.We walked up to the harbour and spoke
to a couple of men who were fishing, Daisy was desperate to see a fish and I
told her we would go fishing one day.I said I’m sure that’s something Granda might like to come along to.We then had a bite to eat in a place
called The Ship Inn, which is always a pleasure.Before heading home I popped into a traditional sweet shop
and picked us up some yummy sweets for in the car on the way home.That was our Valentine’s Day.Nothing beats spending time with the
people that mean the most to you.
The next day we were up and out early because we were going Horse
Riding!Since getting her beloved
Rocking Horse for Christmas Daisy has been desperate to try a real horse.We have a local riding centre so it was
really easy to organise.It was a
chilly morning so I put Daisy’s ski suit on and she looked real cosy.I was half expecting her to be afraid when
we got to the riding centre, but she wasn’t.While we were waiting we had a look around the stables and
met some of the other horses.Stanley
was very friendly and he was huge.The stable girls arrived with a medium sized black horse and said his
name was Sam.Daisy chatted the
whole time to the girls that took her out riding. They walked though the forest, jumped over fallen trees and
told her about the magic tree deep in the forest and that when her horse Sam
walked though it, she had to make a wish.All very exciting as you can imagine for a four year old.Afterwards we saw a horse with sore
legs getting off his bandages and having cream applied to his wounds.Daisy didn’t want to go home and asked
if she could go on again.I
promised that we would go back another day.She told me she didn’t want anyone else go on her horse Sam,
he’s her horse.
The following day, we woke up to a bright spring morning, not the
warmest of days but the sun was shining and it was a beautiful day. We threw the Radioflyer trike into the
car and off we went; to the park.
I couldn’t believe how cold it was, our weather here is so tricky to
call. I quickly found myself
trying to persuade Daisy to come to the cafe but almost wished I never. I have no idea how mums out with
children on their own manage to navigate their way around getting food, paying,
finding tables and keeping control of the children. It went a bit like this, I find a table, tell her to go sit
at it, join the queue for food.
She starts messing about, she falls off the chair and onto the floor and
suddenly you know everyone is thinking, “where
is that child’s Mother”!? and I’m like, I’m here in the queue trying to get
bloody food. I feel so stressed because
people are oblivious that I’m unable to coerce Daisy into staying beside me, order,
pay, carry a bag and hold a tray of food while looking for somewhere to sit. It’s physically impossible, my body
can’t do it; a stark reminder of how my independence is compromised by my
health. It’s not Daisy’s fault, she’s
still young and real free spirit but at times I just want to scream and say if
you won’t behave we can’t go out alone.
I struggled on, if the queue wasn’t so long it would’ve certainly helped. You live and learn. I ordered Cola, Cake and Hot Chocolate,
we waited an age for our hot food and thankfully I managed to engage Daisy with
my new camera lens. We had a
blast. She decided she was going
to pull lots of different funny faces and we both giggled looking at them after
each shot.
This month I am linking to Tracy of Tracy Williams Photgraphy, be sure to check out her blog.
It's
Valentines weekend and in a short space of time we have been exposed to the vast
array of gifts received by loved ones, spread over the social networks quicker than a case of genital herpes; I find my eyes roll. Of course my feelings on
Love are somewhat warped, yes I am a seasoned love cynic. Love has
destroyed me somewhat. What does Love mean to you? For me it’s
about mutual respect and trust. Love is something we feel for
someone or something and can even be described as a chemical reaction in the
brain. Some may confuse love with other feelings, like lust, which will most certainly return to haunt you.
Growing up I always felt loved by my parents, grandparents and
friends. We were not really a tactile family, but just because some don’t
express love with words doesn’t mean they don’t love you. The same as
some people can throw out empty words but don’t really mean it. It’s not always
about how much you say it, but more how much you prove it’s true. Like
everyone else I feared rejection and was conscious that my health was maybe an
issue for some. However I tried not to dwell on it too much, nobody knows
how long they have on this earth. Don't get me wrong, like all other teenagers
I partied, danced and had boyfriends but at the same time I felt like it was a
race to get married and settle down always thinking about that ticking time
bomb. I didn’t take many risks always fearing for my health. Like
other girls I dreamt about marriage and the happy ever after. I wanted the
normal life, however even how normal I pretended life was, my life was not
normal. As I got older and the prognosis for CF patients increased I
thought that I maybe had a shot at happiness if I met the right person.
My first serious boyfriend was when I was sixteen, he was a bit older
than me and I thought we were right for each other, but we were more like
friends. He was a graduate in business and being young and naive I thought I was aiming high.He used to make me love song compilation tapes for Valentines Day and
I'm feeling old even saying that. You would be mistaken to think he was
the romantic type, he wasn't. In fact he was what Scots refer to as
"tight" and would not have bought anything unless absolutely
necessary. Yes we had the same music taste and the tape was appreciated,
but within days you'd find that tape in his car stereo or Walkman. His
mother wasn’t all that keen on me, I think she thought I was lower class and
being ill I would need looked after rather than the other way around with me
running after her sons ass. We lasted five years together but with
hindsight, I really should have pulled the plug years earlier.
I did meet my Mr Right and for the first couple of years my life felt
perfect. As you all know we waited a long time to have our daughter and she was finally born five years into our marriage. I often worried how long I would have with them and I thought about how our life together would come to a tragic and premature end. I still have good memories of the early days and presents I got from him. One in particular sticks out because it felt like it was
bought with real compassion. He wanted to buy me a gift and asked what I would like,
to his surprise I said a condenser tumble dryer and later that day we went to John Lewis and I picked my sparkly
new toy. I still have it! I openly admit I'm a difficult one to buy
for. Having always had my own money, if I wanted something chances are
I'll have bought it before anyone else did. In the latter stages of our
relationship I would pick and purchase my own gifts out the joint bank account and I'm sure there's a lot
out there that do the same. Does it mean they don't love you, probably
not. When we are submerged in day-to-day stresses of family life,
Valentines Day can get shelved. Some would argue it's exploitation of a
commercial nature to make people go out and spend money on certain
things. To me, it is an important occasion, as is Christmas and for
no effort to be made towards you, it can feel like there is something wrong in
the relationship. You should know your partner enough to appreciate if
the gesture of Valentine’s Day is important to them. That doesn't always
mean flashy gifts, but flashy suited me with my inherited rather expensive
taste. In fact it meant I would have no qualms reciprocating the flashy
gifts. I saw it as an investment into the relationship and didn't care
too much about the price of stuff. If you want it you want it right, life
is too short and no one knows that more than me. I came so close on
various occasions to buying my man his latest dream car or even his own
caravan. I thought about the look on his face when he woke up and looked
out our bedroom window, imagining the big bow I would put around it and if I
could manage to do it without raising suspicion. Then I'd come back down to
reality and remember how I used to be in love and how he stewed his
goose.
I had very strong views about Love and
family life and I wanted to be part of a big family, a normal family. A
family who shared the same core values.I knew my health would not allow me to bear many children and so it was
important for me to feel like I had a place in the home of my extended family and
be treated with respect and valued as my husbands wife and chosen life
partner.As a family unit we are a
team and no one is more valuable than the other. I viewed my household
equal and my love for my husband was the same as my love for our daughter, but
some people don’t think like that. I highly recommend love, but it's a
two-way thing and needs work. I don't think I realised that in the early
days. I guess I thought once the feelings were there and the marriage
certificate was in the bag it was a done deal; until death do us part. What I will take with me in the future is that in order to be compatible with your boyfriend, you must also fit in with their family. I played Love safe at times and didn’t take
risks but when I did, I took risks that I know I shouldn’t have. People have questioned that maybe things
didn’t work out because of my health, thinking the fear of the unknown was too
much to bear. I do know my mental health was considerably strained
at times with various issues outwith my control and it was hard to keep it altogether. I told someone recently that I believed
emotional turmoil can be damaging to physical health and turns out I was right. But, I am made of strong stuff and I live
to fight another day. Unfortunately circumstances can change
in the blink of an eye, one silly mistake and the rug can quickly be pulled
from under your feet. Don’t let it happen to you. They say never feel sad
about someone who gave up on you, feel sorry for them because they gave up on
someone who would've never given up on them.Sometimes you don't know what you've got
until it's gone so love with all your heart, be kind to each other and above
all else be honest.
It’s your birthday in the next few days and instead of my
usual advice for the future, I thought I’d record what you are like just
now. Hopefully so that you can
look back on this time and laugh that your craziness started early and that as
well as behaviour being learnt, it can also be genetic.
My Miracle Flower,
Well my baby, you are about to turn FOUR and it feels like a
lifetime ago that you were that, a baby.I wish I could have some of those precious moments back because they
pass so quick and it seems that in the blink of an eye, life can change
forever. I am so glad I have
videos of you as a baby that I can look back on; those early videos are even
more precious to me than the photos I have taken and collected over the past
four years.Although at times you
can be hard work, I love the strength of your personality and I find it really
funny how similar we are.I still
dress you, yes I know some people will think it’s bad and that I should be
encouraging independence.I always
feel a little awkward when mums at nursery are instructing their children to
change into their indoor shoes all by themselves and I am doing yours as you
sit nattering about what you’ve been doing that morning, but I don’t care.I grew up being very independent but
you know what, it’s nice to get things done for you and I want to do it. Recently we watched some home movies of me when I was your
age and we’re like two peas in a pod.Like me you are a creature of habit and do not like change.There are times when I think you’re verging
on having OCD and an example of this would be on how I prepare bread and butter
for you.You eat a lot of bread
and butter and would probably be quite happy if that’s all you had to eat ever
again.That’s why I always buy a
healthy Low GI bread from our local baker JG Ross, at a cost of just over
£2.Two pounds for a loaf of bread
I hear you say, yes I know it’s rather expensive but I promise you it’s the
best bread ever!Anyway, I must
spread the butter evenly and to the edge of each crust.I then ask if you would like the bread
folded, you reply yes.Then I mark
the butter with my knife, down the middle of the slice and hold the knife in the
bread as I fold over with the other hand.If I do this in any other order or if I go to fast without asking the question
“do you want it folded” or heaven forbid I cut the bread in half, all hell will
break loose!Other foods you like
just now are sausages, pasta and anything chocolate. You like to drink hot chocolate all the time AND you like it in a baby bottle!
You have a few key dislikes, one of which is getting your
hair washed.Every time a bath is
suggested you ask the question “are you going to wash my hair” and it’s clear
you are relieved when I say no.You are also equally upset with the prospect of getting your hair
brushed or teeth cleaned. I’ve
taken note and bought a special Tangle Teaser brush for the hair and I have
resorted to making the teeth brushing a race.With your competitive spirit, it rarely fails and I tell you
that your teeth are so shiny that I need my sunglasses on; works wonders. You hate having long sleeves and insist on all sleeves on all long tops, to be rolled up. Completely ridiculous at times, but that's you. I know people wont believe it but it really is a struggle to
get photos with my very own model, you don’t have a lot of patience in front of
the camera and you were only keen on the birthday photos with the promise of a
new toy afterwards!The last one,
you don’t do early breakfast but I can understand that as I too rarely eat breakfast.
You have quite an active social life, Ballet class is once a
week and you love getting dressed up and playing with the girls in your
class.The teacher is so lovely
and you often hold her hand wanting her to be your partner during class.You started Kinder gym when you were 18-months old and now you are in the next class up called Gym Joey, these classes are specifically designed as a stepping-stone into the world of
Gymnastics. Nursery takes up a lot
of your week and it’s hard for you to adapt because you still go to two
different ones.“Normal nursery”
is very relaxed, you cuddle the staff, go out for walks and play with
friends.Your best friend is
called Ewan, a loving little boy who is eagerly waiting your arrival on the
only day of the week where you are both in together.The staff without a doubt will report back that you two were
inseparable all afternoon. I really hope you don't lose contact with him when you go to school next year. School nursery is fairly strict and you find it hard to understand
why the school nursery teachers are not so keen to give hugs.You tell me at least once a week that
your friend here is Lily and that she often makes a picture for you.You both held each other’s hands when
you performed nursery rhymes in front of the parents earlier this month as part of a challenge for Children in Need.
You don’t ask for many things, in fact your favourite toy is
a supermarket Nativity set that cost five pounds.You love a bit of role-play and so Mary and Joseph are more
commonly known as the Mummy and Daddy.I don’t tend to buy lots of toys throughout the year so Christmas and
birthday’s is the times where we stock up.We haven’t talked much about what you would like to get for
your birthday.When mummy asks
what you’d like, you say, a Fairy fly and a scooter (ones with two wheels at the
front).You like a good story and
this is where Daddy comes in, he’s full of stories!I think you get your imagination from him. You go through phases with books, we
have a whole bookcase full of them and your chaise longue is right beside it,
it’s like our own little library corner! Your favourite song is "what does the fox say" and you also like Miley Cyrus's song "wrecking ball", completely inappropriate!
Daisy you are a fun loving child and people wont forget you
easily.You’re a real character
and a great sense of humour is yet to fully develop, but it’s coming.We were falling about laughing “Peppa
Pig style” when you tried to introduce my Mum and Dad to each other; like
they’ve never met.You said
“nanny, this is my Granda, have you met him before”?
We went on a bit of a road trip for a few days over the holidays and it got me thinking about Gut Instincts, because I didn't seem to have any when it came to navigation! I left the sat nav at home, I knew it was wrong but I ignored the voice in my head saying go back in the house and get it. Struggling with the crappy signal and google maps on my phone we got to where we needed to be in the end, but life could've been so much easier.
My Miracle Flower, Gut instinct is a thing you should never ignore and it’s
helped me out on countless occasions.
It’s called gut instinct because of the feeling you get at the pit of
your stomach that makes you feel a little queasy, like you could be sick. I’ve been told that some of my voiced instincts are like a
sixth sense, almost likened with Witch Craft! Of course, that is a piece of
nonsense. I actually struggle with
gut instincts and think at times they are non-existent in me or maybe it’s that
I am unable to read them correctly.
Although it’s helped me in many situations, it’s equally caused me
trouble. If I had managed to read
the signs correctly in tricky situations, it may have saved me a considerable
amount of time and energy with people who were frankly not worth bothering
about. What I’m saying is, it’s
easy to ignore that feelings that we all have when something seems a bit
odd. The consequence of not
listening to your gut may be that you end up experiencing another feeling,
called Regret!
Gut instinct can be used in many areas of your life, e.g.
health, wealth, travel, work and relationships. Some people may experience bad health, however the signs are
maybe not there to justify a trip to the doctor, but there are certain types of
people out there that would just know something is wrong and will take
themselves to the doctors anyway. I bet if those people who ended up in their doctors surgery listening to some bad news looked back, would they manage to pin point the actual time they maybe
should have acted; who knows. Did
their gut tell them something was wrong and did they perhaps ignore it. I believe that there are always clues around us to support gut instinct and this is why you should face problems head on and not stick your head in the sand. Just because you ignore a problem, it won't make it go away.
I’ve experienced similar feelings with relationships and know
I’ve disregarded important gut feelings and acted on wrong ones because I’ve
let emotion cloud my judgement.
The hardest decision you will ever make is whether to walk away or try
harder. Everyone has to make their
own mistakes in life, I agree, this is how we learn. Remember this though; nothing you do will ever be so bad that it can’t be fixed. There is always a way and yes it might be hard but I will help you. As you
get older the mistakes you make can sometimes have catastrophic consequences,
so listen to your Mother, sometimes you just have to trust us old people
because we’ve been there before and have made similar mistakes.
